#galran lance

[cherryvoidpunch]

I just really wanted Altean Prince Keith and Galran Lance 😩

[icypantherwrites]

Whumptober: Dusky Purple

Whumptober Prompt: Please... — No More — Lance

Dusky Purple

Summary:  With with each cup they forced him to drink, with each passing day, Lance could feel it.

He was changing.

He was changing into a Galran. 

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[char--star]

tfw ur blade of marmora boyfriend finishes his mission early and gets to celebrate the juniberry festival with u

[lance-kitkat]

When Keith was demanded by Lance, one of the princes of Emperor Zarkon, to follow him into a empty room, the Altean knight feared that his charge was going to fire him for a horrible job at protecting him, tarnishing his family name.

Well even more than that he secretly was doing the worst possible thing that could have ever done as a son of a proud family of knights: falling deeply in love with his charge. And the pain that he felt that he may never seen him again was more terrifying than the disapproving looks his family would give him.

Ready to beg for his job, he opened up his mouth to say something to end the silence that permeated the room around them. He didn’t expect the prince to quiet him by gently but fervently kissing him. Confessions were murmured in between smacks and careful nips by sharp canines, knowing of his hidden feelings that he harbored and excited over the the fact that they shared requited feelings.

And in the heat of the moment, clothes were hastily thrown everywhere and not soon enough were in the throes of sweet and passionate lovemaking.

“Keith, my love, you don’t know just how much I adore hearing your sweet noises.” He murmured reverently into his hair, gently gripping his hip as he thrusted into him.

Growls occasionally came out of Lance’s mouth when Keith whined and tugged at his short hair, rolling his hips to get him to hit his sweet spot that his own fingers couldn’t reach.

“Oh quiznak, Lance…! Please give me more!” He begged, his head arched back and his plump lips constantly making noises of pleasure, increasing in intensity when Lance eagerly did so, his claws yanking him closer and ramming into his tight hole.

The knight screamed loudly with Altean terms of endearments, uncaring that he made it known that he was certainly being fucked by their prince. From the length of the dick that was so expertly hitting his prostate, to the ridges that stretched and swelled deeply within him, it was no wonder that his own markings glowed in reaction.

The red marks glowed brightly on his face, illuminating even more just how much pleasure he was feeling, so much to the point that he didn’t even seem to notice they weren’t glowing in just one area anymore.

At least he didn’t notice until after Lance abruptly stop mid thrust to grip at his thighs, squeezing as much as he could underneath those huge claws while he openly gawked at the markings that newly formed. Since altean markings only formed during significant and emotional moments connected their quintessence, Keith was surprised that his second most meaningful marks decided to appear right as they were in throes of passion.

Seems that Lance had knowledge of the significance of those markings too. “Holy Quiznak, my dick was so good that it gave you markings in the best area ever!”

Lance’s inner cheer of victory was short lived however when his grumpy and feisty knight hit him with a pillow, causing him to flop out and off of him, flopping on the bed with a “Oof!”

Seeing Keith climb out of bed and limp towards the bathroom, Lance called out to him, saying, “Hey Keith, babe, my fluffy kitty, where are you going? We were just getting to the fun part!”

“Yeah well unless you can make a shower fun, there isn’t gonna be a fun part.” He said snarkily.

Smirking, the Galran Prince jumped out of the bed and picked up his knight, rushing into the bathroom.

“Oh you don’t know just how much fun you can in a shower can you? Well let me be the one to show the various different ways.” Lance promised, winking at his spluttering lover as he carried him inside.

And the sounds that came from Keith were certainly a testament to the creative ways that Lance made shower time fun, much to the dismay of anyone that happened to walk by that room. The guest rooms weren’t so lucky to have automatic soundproofing during those moments like Lance’s private quarters after all.

Those two would definitely never hear the end of it from their friends and family, that’s for sure.

[blue-ninja-sharpshooter]

Crowns

"I thought Altean's were supposed to be good at this kind of stuff," Lance chuckles as he watches Keith continuously struggle to tie juniberries stems together.

"I thought Galran's only cared about weapons and fighting, not arts and crafts," Keith groans. The stupid flowers refused to stay together. 

Lance had made it look so easy. He'd effortlessly twisted his flowers into a beautiful crown, that now lay perched on his head of messy violet hair.

"It's not as easy as it looks," Lance had said when Keith had first commented on the crown in his hands.

"Yeah right. I bet I could do it in my sleep," Keith had responded.

Keith lets out a frustrated sigh as another flower stem snaps in half. He had been so, so wrong.

"Would you like some assistance, my darling prince," Lance teases.

Keith shots daggers in his direction but nodded none the less. There's no way he's going to get this done on his own.

"Here," Lance smiles, removing the flower crown from his head to place it on Keith's own. "A beautiful crown, for an even beautifuler prince."

"I don't think that's a word," Keith says plainly, ducking his head to hide his cherry cheeks.

"Hush. Now come here, your technique is all wrong." Lance grabs the mess of flowers from Keith's hand and disassembles the want-to-be crown.

Keith watches, astonished, as Lance then weaves the flowers together perfectly.

"How-" Keith stutters out. He reaches for the half-done crown, eager to try again and continue on his own, but Lance snatches it away before Keith can get to it. It's probably for the best, Keith would have most likely ruined it anyway.

It's clear that this isn't Lance's first time crafting such a thing. His hands move and tie stems as if he'd been doing this for years. Keith wants to ask him when he'd had the chance to practice such a thing. Ask him why he'd bothered to practice such a thing in the first place.

He doesn't manage to do so, however. The words die on his tongue as Lance places the newly finished crown on Keith's head, on top of the one from earlier.

"Thank you, Lance, but I can't except this." Keith grabs the second crown -the one that's just a little bit messier due to the damaged flowers Keith had tried to work with- and places it on Lance's head instead.

"You're the prince, the crowns are your thing," Lance says, clearly confused. "I don't deserve a crown. I am only a knight, your highness."

"You may be a knight now. And I may be a prince," Keith smiles, wrapping his arms around Lance's waist and pillowing his head on Lance's chest. "But one day I shall be king, and I will need someone to rule with me."

"Keith-" Lance tries to cut in. Keith won't let him.

"What do you say, Lancey? Will you be my prince? My husband?" Keith can feel the red marks on his cheeks burn bright. As well as the sound of Lance's heart pounding wildly in his chest.

"Of course, my love," Lance whispers into the roots of Keith's snow white hair. "Of course."

"Perfect," Keith responds with a wide smile. He untucks his head from Lance's chest to place a quick, sweet kiss to his lips. "Now. Could you show me how to make one of these stupid crowns!"

[lance-kitkat]

When Lance read the announcement that Prince Keith of the planet Altea, the adopted sibling to the late King Alfor and Queen Melenor and the brother to the newly crowned Queen Allura, was finally deciding to choose a mate amongst all his courtship offers.

Even if he had no claim to the throne, he was a desirable omega due to his looks and physique: his soft raven hair that just seemed to frame his fair skin so perfectly, with eyes so radiant and the cute red marks that lie underneath his violet eyes had made him quite a catch.

So it made it much harder for the galran to come to his friend’s courtship party and having to see the lucky Alpha claiming him publicly in front of all the rejected Alphas and sometimes even the occasional Beta.

And it didn’t matter that he wanted to be the one to claim Keith, as it was unprecedented for a Galran, much less an a galran omega, to send the prince a courtship gift. So his gift, a blue sapphire carved into a teardrop necklace laid hidden underneath his pillow next to a letter confessing his feelings.

Or so he thought.

Because when the Prince was announced that he was soon to arrive, all eyes were on the door, awaiting for him to enter, to see which gift that he had chose to wear. And most gifts towards a omega ready for mating typically were lavish gifts, so when everyone gasped and murmurs over how simple it was, Lance knew he just had to take a peek at what it was.

He didn’t expect to see around the regal prince’s neck was the same necklace that he had chosen to not send to him. And man did Keith look absolutely enticing as he stood there proudly announcing that his one and only chosen mate stood amongst them all. “I, Prince Keith of the Kingdom of Altea, am proud to say that I have chosen Lance, omega of Daibaizaal, as my forever mate. And here in front of everyone, shall I lay claim to him and make him mine!”

Hearing his declaration that not only was the prince choosing someone not of Altean descent, but a omega of Galran descent, and was going to claim him instead of being claimed brought loud murmurs and gossip.

All eyes were on the only Galran in the room and Lance gulped as the crowd parted, making a straight path towards the center of the room where the nest of blankets and pillows were. Nervously twiddling his claws, he walked towards the center, seeing that his beloved prince… no his future mate was walking down the grand staircase and towards it as well.

Taking a seat into the soft blankets, Lance’s eyes never looked away from Keith as he crawled into the nest and grasped his face gently, stroking the soft purple skin.

“How did you find that?” Lance asked, reaching over to touch the necklace that was right over his heart, feeling it fluttering underneath his hand.

“Kosmo was teleporting around when I was trying to chase him, and when I grabbed him, suddenly I found myself teleporting with him and flopped on your bed. And then he stuck his head underneath your pillow and tossed it off, and I saw the note…” Keith murmured, feeling his face flush red and looked at him hopefully. “I really hope that this is true and you really do mean what you meant in the letter…”

Lance smiled and kissed both of his eye marks affectionately, looking at him with so much love and trust in his yellow eyes, willing his Keith to know just how much he truly meant it.

Every word, every sentence reflected words that were in his heart that he was afraid to say out loud, that he wished that he could show that he loved him for him and not for his riches or being a ideal omega.

That Keith was beautiful for being just Keith.

“I meant everything I said. That if you chose me I would be the luckiest guy ever to be yours…” He said, kissing the palm of his hand.

Keith felt his blush spread to his face before he tackled the omega down into the blankets, enjoying the yelp that came out of his mouth, taking pleasure in how darker purple his face turned.

“Now it's time for me to keep my word and lay claim to you, making sure everyone knows just who you belong to.” Keith said smirking, roughly claiming his mouth in a passionate kiss.

And if the reveal wasn’t salacious enough, the pictures that showed up in the courting newspaper the next day were even more so, showing how Keith was eagerly thrusting in Lance, whose chest was clearly covered up with cum, and the next picture showing Lance pinning Keith into the blankets face down and ass up, biting into his shoulder as he filled him up.

Suffice to say, their relationship was the talk of the town in both Altea and Daibaizaal for the months to come, much to Keith’s embarrassment because now Lance seemed to have a taste for very public signs of affection, dragging him into a alleyway for a nice quickie.

Not that Keith minded getting a nice dicking or doing a dicking, enjoying the thrill of almost getting caught.

And even getting caught didn’t even stop the two from keeping it up.

Despite how much looks Allura and Shiro gave them.

The sex was just that worth it.